“You’re going to be locked up for a long time,” she said casually.
She was laying against my side, her fingernails tracing lines up my thighs, stomach, and chest. We had just made love, and were basking in the afterglow. Well, at least she was basking; I hadn’t come - nor had I for the past couple of weeks - and was still aroused.
“I know you don’t
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